[Beat 1]

[Eyedea]
With the phat type of flow, and so
When it comes to shattering your goals, I’m
Climbing to the top of the ladder, thought you knew
But you don’t, so you just caught the flu
I be gettin' sick and ripping this ridiculous shit, who
Is the one to fucking serve your whole crew
Every member in it, every contender, and every winter in it
I get it hot, turn it back to summer
It’s no wonder, MCs are just a bummer
Th-Thinking they can fuck with me
But they just can’t
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

[Beat 2]

[Eyedea]
It’s the dream team
The dopest thing your team ever seen
I’ll sever your dreams, these motherfuckers ain’t really steaming hot
Call the kettle black
I’ll rip an instrumental track
And you won’t never get me back
[Felipe Cuauhtli]
Call the pan frying
Watch how I come hit you with the third eye
And every time I’m climbing to top, to the tip, when we rip
Gotta a grip on the Glock
Watch how I do this shit
When we drop, never stop

[Eyedea]
Never stop
Shit we never even start to rap
I rip apart a cat
I make your heart just snap
I’m on like that
Even when I’m off
I’m still up in my prime time
I kick a dope rhyme
It’s night time
So shut your eyes, blind

[Felipe Cuauhtli]
I’ll heart attack you

[Eyedea]
Kill the light
I drill your life
Motherfuckers don’t really know how to feel the mic
Press play and this cd will keep it going on
Motherfuckers know my flow’s the bomb
You can see a cat
They could never see the raps
I defeat the fat and [?] on their knee caps
Who the fuck thought they could see raps
We defeat wack MCs
Making babies with my tongue
These motherfuckers got rabies
And they bit me thinking
[Beat 3]

[Eyedea]
Hey yo your beats is aight
I’m defeatin' the mic
I’ll teach it
I go out to eat with your wife
Have a little bit of beans and some rice
Then I give her fu-fuckin' dreams for the night
She wants to see me
Rubbing on me kinda like a genie

[Felipe Cuauhtli]
That sounds like a story about you and my wife, with the beans and the rice
Watch how I gets nice twice, with the device
No I don’t got an apparatus when I’m rappin’
Yo you motherfuckers need practice
Yo that’s just a simile

[Eyedea]
That’s what happened
Put them in a black hole
Trapped by the shrapnel
Every time a kick a phat flow I let a cat know
Let your backpack broke down on your shoulders
You thinking that you know it but your weak fucking style is over
[Felipe Cuauhtli]
And if your wack [?] then I have to let the cat go
Watch how we come through ‘cause I be that phat bro
And I mean that on some metaphorical shit
I weigh a buck fifty and you always act bitch

[Carnage]
Even when the track slow, know when the track kind of fast I whip a wack ho
Check the way that I bust motherfuckers like tobacco
Chewing them, doing them, ruin them when I rip the microphone
After the show, bitches, I’m screwing them

[Eyedea]
I’m hotter than Tabasco
Don’t ask no fucking questions
I’m the dopest motherfucking thing to ever touch a session

[Beat 4]

[Eyedea]
Even if the beat is fadin' out
Imma play you out
Rappers never say my name without the clout
So shut your fucking mouth
Rappers really don’t know what I’m about
That’s why I’m sitting in your house next to your girl on the couch
In your own house, turn the motherfucking cable off
You think that your rapping hard? Well I’m gonna make you soft
So take your naval piercings off, so we can kick it phat
Every time I freestyle it sounds better than written raps
I don’t give a fuck, my dick will snap from the way they jockin’
Because I display it often, make rappers lay in coffins

[Beat 5]

[Eyedea]
The horns is going, I was born with flowing
I get your girlfriend open doing porn, it’s on man
It don’t even matter when I get to zoning
I don’t even have to plug a fucking microphone in
Do this shit on the couch, do this shit in a van
‘Cause when I’m the man I don’t need to win Scribble Jam
I win titles and I [?]

[Felipe Cuauhtli]
[?] when I win
I grab the microphone and never will I sin
Over the beat, because the horns is coming in
This is how I do it with that Black and Mexican
Tell you every time what my racial background is
Watch how we do it because you know I'm flipping shit
You understand how the medley we'll work it
Grab the microphone like a dick and I will jerk it
Split it over the head like hitting you with a rock
Until you end up dead, watch
How we coming with the beats and the snares and the drums
'Cause it's like that, I'm always having fun
And I'm rising with the sun, 'cause the indigenous Aztec
Ritualistic bitches, every time we do this
Yo, I do it crypsis
Yo, my shit is like that, like the addicts
Ya mother fuckers don't understand
When we rapping all up in your ear hole
Fuck you dude 'cause your shit is kinda wierdo

[Eyedea]
Who’s the new hero, with the Superman cape
Your crew is so damn fake, I don’t know, your pancake
Made of Bisquick
Jumping on this dick
You thinking your kickin’ sick shit?
That’s why you have a slit wrist made by my razor
I’m the fly fly paper, fly caper
I don’t like thy neighbor
So check out my flavor, I’m greater
The time taker, the rhyme innovator
The earth, space, and time quaker
Either way, I go it broken language
Can’t no one hang with, the flow is strangest
It’s the, it’s the, ill talker, I kill walkers
Spill skills, still pill popper, the ill watcher
The MC killer, the need filler, the beat killer, the iller
The mother fucking caterpillar, turn into a butterfly
Shut her guy, shut your eyes while I kill her
These motherfucking rappers are just filler
That’s the style, it’s the style spitter, the wild kid just to hit ya, then I put a clipper
Under your nose because I got wondrous flows that are so thunderous ho
Hold up, put your thumb on the rose
All you stickin’ is the thorn, I was born to flow
Corn rolls in your head, I’m about to rip them off
My dick is soft, so get the fuck off

[Beat 6]

[Eyedea]
It don’t got enough room to hold you and your rest of you family tree
I’m damagin’ MCs for no restitute
Every time I’m wreckin’ you
Mothersfuckers don’t know I’m dissecting you
Protecting you is what your family’s doing
But this man will ruin, any rapper that I’m running through and
They say I’m not human, but who the fuck you doing
I grab the microphone and give it to you, and the crowd starts booing
Like who the fuck are you man?
Who the fuck are you man?
They start repeating it, I start beating it
I feed the dick until you face, until your cheeks rip open
These MCs ain’t even flowing
When it comes to stepping to the microphone, they got no one

[Felipe Cuauhtli]
[?] MCs is open, open to any contest
Watch how we come, never ever settle for less
Yo, I'm Buddha blessed, with the weed in my ear
This is how we do it when we coming crystal clear
Like a fucking windshield with rain on it
Yo, y'all mother fuckers can't do it when we bombing on my Babylon shit
Every time we make these beats, yo
Watch how we grip it and we come so complete, yo
Know [?], but you're not hard
Had to get you harder
Watch how we're coming through but we had to play the martyr
Yo, so you end up dead, in the head
Every time we coming when I fled
Like fucking fugitives, I'm not new at this
Ya mother fuckers better do it, because you ruin it
So you need to stop it
Put on the shelf and let it get dusty
Watch how I'm coming, never rusty like cars in Minnesota
'Cause I'm coming with the snow-er flow-er
Every time I do it 'cause you know it's a roller coaster
On the top of the pendulum, watch how I swingin' 'em
'Cause mother fuckers never bringin' 'em
And when I mean that, what I mean by that is words
'Cause that shit is absurd, every time they play the [?]
I play the [?], you understand the difference?
'Cause imma coming in, because you know my shit is significant
Yo, trying to come with different styles, and coming every time because you know it's like that
Put 'em out in piles like wax on the record because mothafuckers don't be doing their best to respect it
I put the fucking needle on the record

[Beat 7]

[Eyedea]
Needle on the record
See who gets dissected
Check the free flow when I wreck it
I redefine the new session
I hold it down
My flow will clown
Ain't no one around
Imma showing a frown
Imma [?] hold it these
These MCs ain't really fucking with the E-Y-E
It's so easy for me to grab your soul and snatch it
From your spine when you think you can rap, kid
I'm, aaa, the proper doctor of tactics
To watch the hypnotic way to smash this
And ask this, who's the classic?
Rap shit to bash it, I do it just for practice
And that's it, sticky like a cactus
Sticking to the motherfucking atlas, and that's it
So go back, my rap style's a classic
I kick some phat shit, I shatter you like a glass, bitch

[Felipe Cuauhtli]
My man, my man, my man
[?] is the atlas, then I play the roadmap
Y'all mother fuckers just play the really wack rap

[Eyedea]
They don't know how to flow phat
So I'm like hold back
I kiss your princess and turn the bitch into a ho, jack

[Felipe Cuauhtli]
You've got the dick so you please best to hold that
Understand we do this shit because you know it's so phat

[Eyedea]
When I grab the microphone I straight broke that
I don't got enough room for your whole click on my bozack

[Felipe Cuauhtli]
You seen us coming in the party and you said "oh crap"
Because you are not even tight enough to cuss black

[Beat 8]

[Eyedea]
You've got no hands still trying to rock a soul clap
Do it with your elbows
Hell no, you can't float that